Bennett Grantham is the second best secret agent (bwgrantham) wrote in immune_ic,
Bennett never understood why she didn't care much about herself. She was very important to and meant the world to him, and he wanted to keep her safe. And the world around them had changed-- Bennett had always been one to keep his guard up and never let his emotions get to him, but these days? These days, Bennett found himself getting a little more than overwhelmed and upset by things-- mostly life, in general. The dark and primitive life that they now had to live got to him, and it made him overly emotional sometimes. Those were the nights he'd go and lock himself in the little closet he'd commandeered to turn into a mini-library in Grand Central.
Lucretia was way tougher than he was. He'd definitely cried. In fact, he'd probably cried a couple of times, and it sort of just kept getting worse as the days went on. He was starting to feel a little depressive as well as that lost feeling. It was driving him crazy.
Bennett scrunched up his nose, "Not really, no. I like steak, but I'd rather my partner not smell like a piece of meat," He eyed her with amusement and motioned for her to follow along as he made his way toward the stairs to head back up to the main floor. "I think you wandered off that one time in Shanghai-- but I can't quite remember. Doesn't really matter, though. But from here on out, I want to make sure you don't, understood? I've got your back, you've got mine. Always." He nodded, "there's a department store a couple of blocks over." Looking to her, he buttoned his suit jacket over his shoulder holster, "let me stop by the mini-library to drop off this book and get some extra cartridges for my gun." And his coat.